“I don’t give out my weapons for free unless you join the team, and actually do work under it. Otherwise I charge, but I’ll look at the helmet for free, if all you want is it being checked."
"Well I’m not joining your team anyway so I’ll take the free helmet check up. It used to have a radio transmitter in it as well, but I guess they got rid of it. Why, what else are you offering?”
“Tony Stark, weapons expert also known as Iron Man. That ring any bells, kid?"
"Might be. Harper mentioned a Captain America so I guess you’re a Justice League kind of team? Not my style of team, like I said, but if you make weapons I’ll take them.”
Nothing royal on him? He practically embodied royalty, who was this asshole to claim otherwise? Besides, there was a reason he wore a crown, and it was to tell peasants who couldn’t tell naturally who and what he was.
“Then you should look harder, I never thought peasants were this thickheaded. Have you lost your eyes?"
"I can see just fine, I didn’t know that wearing that girly tiara thing made you royalty. I just thought that you were playing dress up.”
It seemed to work, taunting people was a good way to get rid of his own frustration, but to also get some entertainment, especially if the other person would try to sell his attitude just like the blonde did when he heard him talking.
“I’m sure you two would get along like a house on fire, that is, unless you both light the house on fire quite literally."
"Of course I can do more, who do you think you’re talking to? So what - you want a gun? I sell them but they may be a bit out of your price range. But I’ll fix this helmet of yours first, get it back to working order."
"I make no promises, if that’s all part of the fun, how am I supposed to say no?”
“You sell guns? You mean that you make them too? Of course I don’t know who I’m talking to, I only know that you seem to recognise people from Gotham.. If it’s bomb free I’m all good. I don’t want any nasty surprises all over my face.”
Was this guy for real? Who was he to call him “froggy” prince? Like hell he was anything like that bratty frog.
“Who said I’m a froggy prince, I’m a prince, plain and simple. Or can you not understand?” He would love to stick a knife or two in this guy, but lo and behold, you can’t do shit with wooden ones.
"I ain’t seeing nothing royal on you, buddy, sorry”, Jason said with a chuckle; ever since he was a kid, that’s what he loved to do, wind people who bragged up and see how far he could get with it.
His gloved fingers trailed the sharp wooden dagger around his waist; he didn’t use in the city just yet, but maybe this could change soon.
“No way, the negative zone that I built will ensure that they’re locked up with no way to escape. The only way to escape is to re-open the portal, but that’s practically impossible from their side. I’m sending them to negative space to spend the rest of their lives. You would really get along with Frank…”
“You sure that’s all? That’s pretty easy stuff…"
"Negative zone? Now where did I hear something like that mentioned before.. Well, that seems to work way better than the bars in Arkham. People go in and out like it’s a walk in the park, Batman will never understand that. Really now? If I ever bump into that pal of yours, Frank, I’ll be sure to say ‘hi’.”
“You can do more? I wouldn’t say no to a couple of upgrades, all they left for me are those fucking wooden daggers.. I’m more of a weapons type of guy.”